{265}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{266}{}{Where the hell have you been?! Still running around the wastes, selling shiny junk to tribals?}"
{267}{}{4 Seconds}
Vic: "{268}{}{Uh, heh-heh... ignore her, Boss, she doesn't know what she's saying... Val, honey... you see, there were slavers and...}"
{269}{}{4 Seconds}
Valerie: "{270}{}{Cut the crap, Dad. Are you STILL calling everybody you meet "Boss?" I always hated that about you.}"
{271}{}{4 Seconds}
Vic: "{272}{}{Valerie, honey, please... let me explain... you see...}
{273}{}{2 Seconds, then Fade Out}
Vic: "{274}{}{... and that's how we got out of the Den.}"
{275}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{276}{}{What a load of brahmin crap.}"
{277}{}{2 Seconds}
Vic: "{278}{}{It's the truth!}
{279}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{280}{}{Don't you start. I'm glad Mom isn't here to hear this.}"
{281}{}{2 Seconds}
Vic: "{282}{}{What? What happened to your mother?}"
{283}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{284}{}{Brain fever. Caught it out on the wastes. Probably looking for YOU.}"
{285}{}{2 Seconds}
Vic: "{286}{}{Oh. I... uh... I'm sorry, Val.}"
{287}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{288}{}{I'm just kidding.}"
{289}{}{2 Seconds}
Vic: "{290}{}{Wh -?!}"
{291}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{292}{}{She actually died of radiation poisoning. She drank some of the unfiltered water from the courtyard well.}"
{293}{}{4 Seconds}
Vic: "{294}{}{Wha... what?!}"
{295}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{296}{}{Wasn't your fault. She had too many rads running through her system for Dr. Troy to save her. She was glowing like a lamp.}"
{297}{}{2 Seconds}
Vic: "{298}{}{Oh. I... well, I...}"
{299}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{300}{}{Don't worry. She was pretty batty before that, anyway. It was only a matter of time.}"
{301}{}{3 Seconds}
Vic: "{302}{}{I'm still sorry I didn't get a chance to see her again.}"
{303}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{304}{}{No, you aren't. You used to call her the 'desert viper,' didn't you?}"
{305}{}{2 Seconds}
Vic: "{306}{}{Well... yes. But you shouldn't call your mother th--}"
{307}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{308}{}{Why not? It was true. She could be an awful bitch when she wanted to be.}"
{309}{}{3 Seconds}
Vic: "{310}{}{Uh... you look like you've done well for yourself. Inherited your father's knack for repairing stuff, it seems.}"
{311}{}{4 Seconds}
Valerie: "{312}{}{Dad... you can barely tie your shoelaces, much less repair anything with moving parts.}"
{313}{}{3 Seconds}
Vic: "{314}{}{Wh-?! The devil you say!}"
{315}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{316}{}{Let's ask your "boss."}"
{317}{}{2 Seconds}
The Chosen One: "{318}{}{Well... he can fix radios. And stuff.}"
{320}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{321}{}{If you give him ALL the parts, right?}"
The Chosen One: "{324}{}{Well, yes.}"
{326}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{327}{}{Ha! I knew it. Sloppy, sloppy.}"
Valerie: "{328}{}{Your "boss" is probably better at fixing things than you are.}"
{329}{}{2 Seconds}
Vic: "{330}{}{Well, Val, last I saw you, you could barely tell a lug nut from a wrench.}"
{331}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{332}{}{Keep it up, Dad, and you'll NEED a wrench to get my boot out of your ass.}"
{333}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{334}{}{Oh, yeah?! Well, "honey," you better watch it or -}"
{335}{}{2 Seconds}
The Chosen One: "{336}{}{Shut up! Shut up both of you! This has gone on LONG ENOUGH! Now, c'mon, Vic, let's get going.}"
{338}{}{3 Seconds}
Vic: "{339}{}{We'll talk later, Val.}"
{340}{}{2 Seconds}
Valerie: "{341}{}{Yeah, sure, Dad.}"
{342}{}{2 Seconds}
{343}{}{Fade out for 3 Seconds}